My brain leaks,
just like my mother’s did,
my brain hurts,
I’ll never be cured.
They throw it back,
they give me shit,
my brain leaks,
I’ll never be cured.
My brain hurts,
just like my mother’s did,
she threw the black pans,
hailed our personal failures,
told us we’d never be good,
but I’ll never be her,
I’ll never ruin your psyche
My brain hurts,
just like my mother’s did,
my brain leaks,
I’ll never be cured.
The world hates,
It foams in my head,
with no smile,
I know I’m no good,
just like my mother said,
just like my mother said.
My brain hurts,
I’m scared of you all,
‘fraid I might crash,
you’ll see my soul crushed,
for my brain’s dead,
excepting total despair,
yeah, my brain hurts,
just like my mother’s did.
.
#1 by Carl D'Agostino on May 2, 2013 - 5:04 pm
Even in early childhood I understood and was determined not to inherit such despite DNA.
#2 by Carl on May 13, 2013 - 1:16 pm
Fighting DNA seems to be a futile task, but maybe I have been a wee bit successful at it.
#3 by bagbeater on May 3, 2013 - 9:05 am
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#4 by clinock on May 5, 2013 - 12:57 am
What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.
T. S. Eliot
#5 by Carl on May 13, 2013 - 1:20 pm
Help me learn, John. Thank you for your comment.